By this point he'd taken to doing laps around the restaurant while screaming a litany of phrases to Shemar:

"Try sayin' that again. I said try sayin' that again. All I hear is disrespect. ALL I HEAR IS DISRESPECT."

"No ma'am, I am not receiving that. No ma'am..."

"Really...? Really...? Really...? Really...? Really...? Really...?"

"Say that to my face. I dare you. Say that to my face."

As soon as his food was ready, I waived the to-go bag in his face. He was still on the phone with Shemar and tried to grab the bag out of my hand and flee. I retracted the bag and held up the bill in its place.

"Silly, you have to pay!!!!!" I said loudly.

D'ante threw a $20 at me and stormed off. His total was only $12, so I tucked the remainder in my pocket.

Later that afternoon, once my shift was finished and I needed a caffeine pick-me-up after so much shift-drinking, I walked across the street to Starbucks. I entered just in time to observe D'ante yelling at a Starbucks employee.

A fellow Starbucks employee, for it turns out D'ante is a barista. A barista I plan to visit from time to time for sheer entertainment.